See his body move in the wind
The sap at his back
blood in the front
leaking out into letters
spilling onto the ground
In the bark the marks
Of freedom
generations of used flesh
The shape of their spirits
In sharp edged runes
See his old body sway
he sees you through one eye
sap at his back yggdrasil bleeds
spear through his front
bleeding for the future
In the boughs and branches
Norns sew the past and present
to the exit wound
the shape of muscles
In sharp edges as if carved by skeggox
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